Laughter is good medicine – The Break up

in time for the holidays


An old man in Phoenix calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing, forty-five years of misery is enough.” “Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams. “We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer” the old man said. “We’re sick and tired of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her.” And he hangs up. Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “There’s no way they’re getting a divorce,” she shouts. “I’ll take care of this.” She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at the old man, “You are NOT getting divorced! Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until…

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Laughter is good medicine 2/9/2017

A Laugh From The Past


Two elderly women were out for a Sunday drive in a large car and both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red but they just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to herself “I must be losing it, I could have sworn we just went through a red light”. After a few more minutes they came to another intersection and the light was red again, and again they went right through. This time the woman in the passenger seat was almost sure that the light had been red but was really concerned that she was losing it. She was getting nervous and decided to pay very close attention to the road and the next intersection to see what was going on. At the next intersection, sure enough, the light was definitely red and…

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Mitch Teemley

thank you veterans

“Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without courage, you can’t practice any other virtue consistently.” ~Maya Angelou

“Bran thought about it. ‘Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid?’
‘That is the only time a man can be brave,’ his father told him.” ~George R.R. Martin

“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or lose heart, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” ~Joshua 1:9

We all have fears. Thank you for facing yours for us.

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This will bring a tear to your eye

My God, My Music, My Life

I walked by him at least twice a day.  More often than not it was closer to six times a day. He was always in the same spot, always wearing the same clothes and always staring down at the ground.

Anytime that I would walk by and I had some change I would drop it in his hat. He would never look up. He never said thank you. As a matter of fact, I never heard him say anything. I was usually on the go or on my phone or talking to my co-workers so I might not have heard him if he did, but I really don’t think he did.

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After a few weeks of dropping change, I decided to do an experiment. I started off dropping one dollar bills in his hat.  When he didn’t react I started dropping fives. Then I would drop a ten spot here…

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October 29, 2017 Rambling thoughts

Back in July I had to move from an apartment in which I had lived for nine years into a smaller apartment. I was not happy about the move since it was not my choice, I was also no happy that the move was in the middle of summer. I also did not like that even though I was being moved into a smaller apartment my rent was raised. I had to seriously down size. Now here it is the end of October and I am still trying to find place to put my belongings and still having repairs made to my new apartment. I have also had the fourth change in clients since May, which took at least two weeks each change to be assigned new clients, which meant that I did not get paid for the time of transition. Change is inevitable but it is something we all most deal with. We may not like the changes that are happening in our lives but I have to accept that there are things which I cannot control, but I can find things to be grateful for.

I am grateful for the friends who came and helped me move. I am thankful to have a place to live. I am thankful to my God who is with me through it all. I am thankful that He is merciful when my frustrations over my circumstances get the best of me. I am thankful for those who love me and care for me. I am thankful for a gracious and forgiving Savior who loves me as I am, and for His transforming love. I am grateful that He has helped me become a new person, that I may not be perfect but I am not the person who I used to be and that His love continues to mold me into a new creation.

Life is not perfect, but I am loved perfectly by the One who created me.

October 22, 2017 Rambling – Fires – Unity

This is me rambling. Once again I had a sleepless night but this time it was not because of my body was in pain (although it does it hurt today). At around 11 pm last night I heard the first sirens which since I live near an EMT station is nothing new but I realized that the sirens I was hearing did not come from an ambulance. So I stepped out on my porch to watch a firetruck go by. I did what came out of habit and prayed for the safety of those on the truck and prayed for God to send His angels to where they were going to be with those they were going to. Then a little while later another fire truck from another town passed my apartment. This got more than my prayers it got my attention. It had started raining but I didn’t go back inside but walked out in it. ( A little water doesn’t hurt. It  is not like I am in OZ and I am not the witch so I won’t melt) More trucks went by and I could finally see the flames above the trees from the next street over. The last fire truck to go by was another volunteer firetruck from a neighboring town around 1 am. I am not sure what time they finally put the fire out and how much worse it would have been if the rain had not come but I had finally came in at 3 am. Not knowing who  I was praying for or which house or houses were on fire I prayed. I asked others to pray. I didn’t have to know theses people but the ones fighting the fire didn’t have to know who they were fighting to save either. All of these firemen are volunteers. Our fire department here in Bridgeport is a volunteer fire department and so are those in the surrounding towns. They do not get paid to do what they do. They have other jobs, but if a fire happens they gear up get on the truck and put their lives on the line. I am grateful that none of these people got hurt last night but unfortunately the man who lived in the house did not make it. I pray for his family. So why am I writing about this? To be honest I am not sure what prompted me but as I have been writing one of things have come to mind. The first is unity. Neighboring towns got together to put out a fire. They worked together and they did so at risk to their own lives and without pay. *Think about that the next time someone wants to be paid 15.00 to flip burgers at McDonald’s.) I hate to say this but Christians are at odds with each other. Whether it is from one denomination against another, or division within the individual churches. Then how we respond to others outside of our religion. We too often speak with hateful and condemning words. We forget that even if they do not believe in Jesus that He still loves them and died for them to. Jesus taught for us to love our enemies and to bless those who curse us. Instead we play the role of judge and often condemn others, within our own families, churches, neighborhoods and so on and on. We need to learn to work together in Christ’s love for us all. This does not mean I condone sin. Sin is sin, but name one of us who is without sin. Well I will end this by adding a song I hope you enjoy it. I am done rambling for now.

First stone Dallas Holm

More Beautiful for Being Broken: Kintsukuroi

This was shared with me and I want to pass it on

Curriculum of the Spiritual Life

“The Japanese art of Kintsugi, or Kintsukuroi, repairs broken pottery with seams of gold. This repairs the brokenness in a way that makes the object even more beautiful for being broken. It is a long and difficult process, but the results are treasured by those around it. Uplifting and hopeful, it is an inspiring metaphor for dealing with the times we feel broken in life. It’s a reminder to find the gold to mend ourselves.”

I’m not sure we can always find gold, or that we can always be able to mend ourselves; I believe we need to let the One who made us for Himself also to be the One who restores our souls unto Himself – that we would be the medium of His further creative impulse to redeem us – to the praise of His glory.

Nevertheless this is a powerful metaphor of the beauty of restoration –…

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